I sit in my silence
Alone in my room to sleep
And silence speaks to me.
It beckons me remember
That which I should forget
It speaks lies of another’s silence
Which speaks differently.
I detest the silence.
The silence speaks peace
In an alternate story.
The silence beckons my repose,
Assuring that all is well.
I love the silence.
The voice of silence, then,
Appears my choice.
My perspective loves or hates.
Silence’s story is in my interpretation.❤
Tonya LaLonde 